[Mutant] Eluard Verlaine

[Eluard Verlaine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ELUARD VERLAINE TWENTY SIX ✖ MALE ✖ HETEROSEXUAL ✖ MUTANT ✖Power/Ability Enhanced memory – especially photographic (visual) memory (side effect: hastened learning ability). Eluard is able to remember anything he has seen in rich detail. This is especially true for non-textual images, although with deliberate concentration he can reproduce textual pages as well for some time, tending to forget words quicker than the small stain at the bottom of the page. He never forgets a face and his incredible visual memory allows him to draw/paint whatever he wishes to immortalize precisely as he had seen it. Unlike actual photographs, he can’t return to internally exploring a scene he had seen and notice new details he hadn’t actually grasped when first perceptually exploring the stimuli actively. Whatever he hadn’t consciously noticed remains a blur, obscure. There a limit to how much textual material he can memorize in one go (quickly, in the absence of understanding), the headache starting around page ten and turning into potential nosebleed by page twenty five. In good conditions he can usually get away with around thirty pages and he can preserve them unaltered for around two days. He’s used this ability to memorize fighting sequences, learning and practicing new style of combat having become a hobby of sorts over the years. Although aided by the inner representation of actions, Eluard has the reactivity of a normal man and he doesn’t train nearly as much as someone who does it for a living. Others: - owns a gun and has above average accuracy in his aim. - speaks seven languages fluently. - has good knowledge of the human body (doctor by profession, graduated four years early due to his ability, finished his residency and has been practicing for the past two years as a surgeon). - excellent artist (drawing/painting) ✖ Personality Clever and resourceful, Eluard always has a solution for everything and has developed a manipulative disposition, unconsciously trying to influence people in directions he considers appropriate. Armed with practiced charm and abundant patience, he will restlessly, obsessively pursue his goals, nothing being essentially unachievable in his mind. It’s all a matter of time, skill and devotion. Although not a “bad” man, Eluard has long been able to perceive the relativity of moral dispositions and situates himself into a gray area, always adapting his actions to the situation, to the involved individuals and the greater good of the cause. There are times when he loses himself and becomes as cold as a reptile, justifying any means so long as he reaches the desired ends. As time goes by, he’s becoming less and less remorseful for such incidents. Calm and calculated on the outside, he hides his deep unresolved issues and burning anger very well. His entire person is influenced by persistent rage aimed at the government. It sometimes blinds his rationality, which fortunately, he has no lack of. Reflective, strategic and planned out, everything about him is methodic, under the surface, attacks that come out of nowhere and can be traced back to no name. He believes “fairness” is just a matter of perception and the concept of straightforward battle was invented by people who lacked the ability of observation, too dense to notice the subtle aspects of their surroundings and their interactions with others. Emotionally avoidant and closed off, he’s walled himself against developing new attachments for people because he doesn’t feel he needs any more weaknesses, especially due to his lifestyle. When he was more open towards others he was slow to warm to people but dedicated, loyal and consistent in his relationships. Although he doesn’t acknowledge it, he misses such closeness and as much as he persists in being indifferent, people he likes and comes into contact with frequently do receive more consideration. Regardless, he prefers to keep people at arm’s length and the only person to see the extent of his warmth and dedication is his four year old daughter, Jenny. Despite this, he’s quite sociable and animated. He’s a frequent sight in the city’s most famous night-club and on occasion has been seen leaving with a woman under his arm. He has a second apartment for this purpose and the people he chooses are never decent, but already corrupted spirits of the night he doesn’t need to think twice about using. A natural leader, he likes to be in command and in control of the situation. It displeases him to be questioned or advised about his business and his reaction isn’t always pleasant. Eluard makes no effort to entertain the company of people he doesn’t find interesting in some way or another. He’s aware that time is precious and he doesn’t intend to waste any of it, which is a strange concept, considering he sometimes just goes out to the beach by himself to stare at the waves. As a deeply thoughtful man, there’s little room for his whims and everything he does is part of who he is and not at all impulsive. He has a tendency to remain stuck in the past. ✖ History Born to a mutant mother (who died at childbirth) and a normal father who loved and supported him despite having been unable to hold him for days after his birth, Eluard grew up in a warm and pleasant environment. At first he was a very introverted child, always locked up in his head, unable to pay attention to his surroundings so strikingly that he was suspected of being autistic. He barely passed pre-school, his grades a reflection of his father’s incredible dedication, the two working on his homework together and going over the notes Eluard had somehow taken without logically paying attention. When it came to measuring his intellect, there was no deficit, his IQ actually significantly over medium and into the realm of gifted. This became obvious after pre-school, when his introverted temperament finally matured, his consciousness starting to project on the outside as well and his outer attention span quickly increasing in duration. From barely passing he became first in class and after puberty he seemed capable of remembering such a vast quantity of information he was starting to be classified as remarkable. Although no one was aware of it, his mutation was the great contributor and he exercised it without consciously thinking it out of the ordinary. It was only when he reached a level where he could literally glance at a person and then adequately and precisely paint their portrait that his abilities seemed in the realm of savant, but without all the behavioral and developmental queerness they usually displayed. Intuiting this was a manifestation of mutation, his father rightly advised him how to hide it and give it the appearance of normal exceptional. Needless to say, he never had to worry again about his son’s scholastic achievement. Graduating with honors from highschool, he went to the most prestigious university. Having been born to his parents rather late (when they were 40), his father was aging and had started showing signs of it. When Eluard was in his senior year of highschool he had developed cancer and this immediately made the young man focus all of his attention on medical matters. By the year’s end he knew so much about medicine it became a natural calling, but try as he may, he couldn’t come up with any new treatment plans on cancer. He may have been a boy with an exceptional ability of assimilating and correlating knowledge, but he didn’t have the position, resources or time to begin the research necessary to expanding the field of cancer knowledge. As a freshman in highschool he had met the girl that would become his first girlfriend, a friendly and energetic little brunette who fancied herself an artist. During ninth grade he unintentionally impressed her by continually surpassing her artistically although he was actually science inclined in his focus. This made her approach him in tenth grade and they began dating. In the end, a senior with only a month before the final exams, he was listening to her explain all the reasons she wanted to break up. They all centered along the fact that he was no longer paying attention to her, never meeting her anymore, always obsessing over his medical books, which she rationally considered understandable, since he was doing it because his father had been diagnosed with cancer, but emotionally she couldn’t handle the distance. Or so she said. Although he could change her mind right then and there by agreeing to be more present, he didn’t have the luxury of that so he had to choose. Either continue trying to find a cure for cancer – a stupid pursuit, he knew, for he didn’t have the first way of attempting it, - or leave it to the medical specialists and return to his life and her. STOP OBSESSING. His answer was simple – a sorry and a return of his gaze to the book. If she couldn’t understand how important this was to him and her affection drifted just because he wasn’t always there then he found he wouldn’t miss her. So he continued on his quest, coming to University with the interest of pursuing medical-orientated courses. As his father’s state worsened he became unable to work. He had been a successful businessman so they had just enough money saved up to keep Eluard in University as he worked on the side, the true usefulness of his memorization abilities showing its face, but when it came to energy and exhaustion, he was just a normal young man. Eluard worked furiously through his first year of University, each day feeling that little bit closer to just laying his head down on the lab table and entering a sleep he wouldn’t wake from. At the time, he wasn’t even aware how true that thought was since he was pushing himself physically in ways that could kill even a young body. Despite his best concentrated effort, he couldn’t reach a solution for his father’s state no matter how much he learned or how hard he tried to convince professors to supervise him on research much too advanced for his year plan and infinitely too expensive to get sponsors for. No one would sponsor a thin, borderline psychotic young man with black pouches under his eyes, no matter how brilliant he seemed. Due to his mutation he avoided going to the hospital. Since it’s true that there’s always someone for everyone, a certain girl in Eluard’s advanced endocrinology class noticed him and started wondering what was up with his aloofness and obsessive study. He looked like a man on a mission, forgetting to stop and eat at least sometimes, working against the tide, always in the library or the lab. She stayed after class to help him, once, twice, three times and every time she understood a little more about what drove him and why he wasn’t even looking at her. Or anyone. Without meaning to, she started to care. She continued helping him, saying it was good practice for her, but it would have been harder to explain why she followed him around with food. Luckily, he was so exhausted and one track minded with his only interest that he never asked. Or was that unlucky? The year passed in a blur of formulas and molecular charts and at the end of it his father died and his activity froze. It was winter, snow was slowly blanketing the ground in white, when the funeral was held. Words were said, people came and went, and he passed through it all as if trapped in a trance. It wasn’t until the last person left the fresh grave topped with fragrant bouquets that reality hit Eluard and made him cry for the first time in his life. He had always been such a stern, tearless child that he hadn’t even counted it in his repertoire. Unable to stay one more moment before the grave he had ran and ran and collided in full with the young woman whom had quietly hovered around him all year. She wasn’t fazed, she never even lost her balanced, instead embracing him and holding him tight, something she had wanted to do for very long. He cried on her shoulder and held onto her coat for longer than he could remember, and in the morning he woke up with her in his arms, both still fully clothed as they had been in the graveyard. The memory of being accompanied home in a supportive manner and passing out sometime after they entered the premise dawned on him. It was quickly accompanied by the reality of his father’s death and something entirely else. All the little moments in the lab, all the breakfasts and lunches she had offered with a warm smile as she miraculously appeared around, the fondness he had developed for the redhead now in his arms suddenly became accessible to him now that his obsession had burst apart. When he tightened his hold around her he knew this was a person he wouldn’t let go of. Everything returned to normal for a time and Eluard finally slowed down, stopped to notice the seasons for a change. Although his father was gone, there was a warm presence who always knew how to make even the gloomiest of his moods bright. In less than two years they were married and she was pregnant, not exactly something as planned as the wedding. Jennifer Verlaine was born in summer to the young couple, the same year Eluard graduated from University. Getting her mother’s red hair and her father’s blue eyes, she was a pretty bundle of joy. Although they struggled financially while Eluard worked through his residency at the hospital and Lydia continued her studies, they were happy. It was during this year that Eluard found out she was a mutant as well. This left their child with a great probability of sharing their fate. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one who came to know at that time. Due to various circumstances the government was on Lydia’s scent, unknown to either of them. One day they stole her from the street as she was coming home from University. Jenny was one year old. In no little measure due to his own abilities to snoop around, Eluard found out about it and tried to rescue her from their clutches. In the end all he managed to do was endanger Jenny also, Lydia dying in the whole process. He wasn’t even able to bury her body as he fled from the country with his young daughter. They started a new life in a new place and Eluard became cold and vengeful, the only thing holding him back from doing something stupid that would have probably claimed his life during the first month being Jenny. Now, he’s still cold and vengeful but in a calculated manner. He’s aware that Jenny will probably turn out to be a mutant also and he’s determined to do something that will give her a future safe from the very people who are supposed to protect their citizens but instead do unspeakable things to them. With this plan in mind he became an information dealer who scoured the deepest, dirties depth of the underground side of the world for information on everything and anything that could help him in his quest. In the public’s eyes he’s a surgeon with a leisurely schedule and an occasional remarkable artist. In reality he’s searching for other mutants and like a spider creating a web of connections in the shadows, seeing everything, remembering everyone and everything that they said or did. If he catches the slightest scent of unnatural occurrences, he’s the man who will find out who was behind it. Before the government does. ✖ Example I don’t wannna. See Kara Eisenheim. This character is played by [Norbex].

[✖ RAE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ACCEPTED! *whistles* Very nice. I don't see how I can't accept this, considering the complexity of his character, as well as that history that was thoroughly enjoyable to read, let me tell you. I feel so bad for him, as well, especially on the subject of his wife. So tragic, no? But yes, I'll stop rambling and say that I can't wait to see him in action. You know the drill, please check out the claims and you'll be good to go! ^^